Sunday, March 24, 2013

He Looks on His Accusers With Compassion

As I was sitting in the ER with my knuckle-head son in the early hours of the day, a sympathetic nurse came in and handed me the remote to the television. "You're going to be here for awhile, you know, so in case you want to watch the boob-tube, help yourself." My son, who does not function on as many cylinders as the rest of us and doesn't have a mean bone in his body, was asleep thanks to the morphine, his face swollen and distorted. I had sent my husband home with instructions to be alert for "the call" that we would be ready to come home and resigned myself to spending some time in a busy, noisy trauma center.

I've been around hospitals long enough to know that we were looking at least at an 8-hour visit, so I pulled out my Magnificat for Holy Week and started reading. I was mesmerized by Caracci's The Mocking of Christ, which was accompanied by a beautiful meditation. Without even reading the explanation of the painting, I was struck by the contrast between Christ's expression and that of His persecutors. Even after being subjected to an inhumane beating, He looks at His torturers with love and compassion. To me it's as if He's saying "Oh, if you only knew!"

If you have the Magnificat for Holy Week I urge you to take a look. And if you don't, allow yourself to be lost in this exquisite portrait of the suffering Christ and gain the strength you need to carry your particular cross fortified by contemplating His Passion.

4 comments:

Joyce, thank you for this exquisite glimpse of our Savior. When a picture is worth a thousand words, or, in this case...when no amount of words is sufficient to express the love and mercy of Jesus. I imagine He looked at everyone that way..hoping that even one heart would be moved by that Holy Face. Let's pray that many will be, during this Holy Week.

Thank you Patricia, we really need prayers more than anything right now. I think I should carry this image around with me everywhere this week and give myself frequent reminders that there is no Easter Sunday without Good Friday, and that no matter how much we may think we suffer, we do not suffer alone, unlike Jesus, Who was abandoned by nearly everyone. While I was sitting at the foot of the stretcher in the ER, I had some very different thoughts than the Blessed Mother did, I'm sure, as she stood at the foot of His cross. But I just kept trying to think that when one is suffering, no matter the reason, the comfort that can be gained by the face of just one sympathetic person is priceless. I'm glad Jesus at least had Mary's face, sorrowful as her gaze might have been upon which to look. Love and prayers back at you :) Joyce

Joyce...So glad you shared this...I can't but be drawn to the passion in His beautiful face. My mom gets the Magnificat....I'll borrow hers..but I need to carry this image for strength of heart this week.. It has not been an easy Lent.

You have my prayers..especially that the Blessed Mother lead you to her Son in a special way this Easter.Love and Blessings +

Yes, it has not been an easy Lent, so of course we must remember with gratitude that we were given this gift. You are in my prayers as well and I pray you find comfort in the knowledge that we do not make this journey alone - He is with us all the way, even when we don't know it.Love and prayers xoxoJoyce

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Ever glorious and blessed Mary, Queen of Virgins, Mother of Mercy, hope and comfort of dejected and desolate souls, through that sword of sorrow which pierced thy tender heart whilst thine only Son, Christ Jesus, our Lord, suffered death and ignominy on the cross; through that filial tenderness and pure love He had for thee, grieving in thy grief, whilst from His cross He recommended thee to the care and protection of His beloved disciple, St. John, take pity, I beseech thee, on my poverty and necessities; have compassion on my anxieties and cares; assist and comfort me in all my infirmities and miseries, of every kind whatsoever. Thou art the Mother of Mercies, the sweet comforter and only refuge of the needy and the orphan, of the desolate and afflicted. 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I ask it, through the blood which trickled from His royal and Sacred Head, when struck with the sceptre of a reed and pierced with His crown of thorns. I ask it, through the excruciating torments He suffered, when His hands and feet were fastened with gross nails to the tree of the cross. I ask it, through His vehement thirst, and bitter potion of vinegar and gall. I ask it, through His dereliction on the cross when He exclaimed, "My God! my God! why hast Thou forsaken me?" I ask it, through His mercy extended to the good thief, and through His recommending His precious soul and spirit into the hands of His eternal Father before He expired, saying, "It is consummated." I ask it, through the blood mixed with water, which issued from His Sacred Side when pierced with a lance, and whence a flood of grace and mercy has flowed to us. 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I ask it, through the awful appearance of thy Son, at the last dreadful day, when He shall come to judge the living and the dead, and the world, by fire. I ask it, through the compassion He bore thee in His life, and the unspeakable joy thou didst feel at thine assumption into heaven, where thou art eternally absorbed in the sweet contemplation of His divine perfections. O glorious and ever blessed Virgin! comfort the heart of thy supplicant, by obtaining for me, (Mention your prayer intention here...) And as I am persuaded my Divine Saviour doth honour thee as His beloved Mother, to whom He refuses nothing, because thou asketh nothing contrary to His honour, so let me speedily experience the efficacy of thy powerful intercession, according to the tenderness of thy maternal affection, and His filial loving heart, who mercifully granteth the requests and complieth with the desires of those that love and fear Him. 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